The Story of Jessie eBook

He rose, and gently putting her into the chair he
had been occupying, he handed her Lizzie’s letter.
“That’s the trouble, mother,” he
said; “it might have been worse—­that’s
all I can say. You must read it for yourself,
it’d choke me to do so if I was to try,”
and he went away to the door and stood there gazing
out at the sunny garden where the daffodils bowed
gently before the soft breeze, and the crocuses opened
their golden cups to the sun. But he saw nothing,
all his mind was given to his wife, and the letter
she was reading, and to wondering how she would bear
it, and what he could say to comfort her.

At last a long low cry reached him, and he turned
hastily back into the kitchen; but, instead of seeing
her white and shaken and weeping, as he was prepared
to see her, the face that looked up to him was quivering
with eagerness and love and joy.

“She’s sending us her little one, father!”
she gasped in a voice quavering with glad excitement.
“Lizzie’s little girl, our own little
grandchild! We shall have a child about the place
again, something to love and work for. You see,
Lizzie turns to us in her trouble, poor girl, and
it must be a terrible trouble to her,” with a
momentary sadness dimming the joy in her eyes.
“But, oh, I am so thankful, so happy.”
Then, springing to her feet, “I am well now!
this is the medicine I wanted. Father, when do
you think she will come? I must get the place
all nice and tidy, and a room ready for her, in good
time too, and it seems to me I’d best set to
work at once or I shall never get a half done!”

Thomas did not say much, his heart was too full for
speech, but the inexpressible relief he felt showed
in his face and his blue eyes. “I’m
glad you takes it like that, mother,” he said
simply, “I was afraid.”

“Afraid! afraid of what? That I shouldn’t
want her!”

But at that moment the kettle boiled over with a great
hiss, and brought them back to everyday affairs again.

“Well, any way,” said Thomas, with a happy
smile on his pleasant old face, “we can allow
ourselves time for a bit of breakfast, or maybe when
she does come we shall be past speaking a word to show
her she’s welcome,” and while both of
them laughed over his little joke, he made the long-delayed
cup of tea, and, though both were too excited to eat,
they sat down together to their breakfast.

CHAPTER II.

JESSIE ARRIVES.

Unwell though she had been, Mrs. Dawson would not
let her husband do a single thing indoors to help
her in preparation for the little newcomer.

“No. Men is only in the way,” she
said decidedly. “I shall get on twice
as fast if you leave me the place to myself.”
So, knowing that she meant what she said, Thomas
went out and set to work in the garden, for, of course,
that must be made trim, too, for the little five-year-old
grandchild. He forked over the earth in all the
beds, tied up to a stick every daffodil that did not
stand perfectly upright by itself, trimmed the sweetbriar
hedge, and swept the paths.